you took a piece of me, when I wouldn't tell my mom about you because I was scared you left me and ran right back to her. You made me feel as if my terror was invalid and I hate you for that, but the worst thing about that is you then pretended that you liked me after she cheated in you once again and then told me you two were dating again. It's a constant cycle that we continue to go through. For some reason I still love you, and for what.

I can’t help but miss you and I wish didn’t it hurts to only see you dancing in our polaroid picture

I miss you so much, but i know us together isn't healthy. I hope you find someone better then i was.